Too Deep Zone: Fanboy's Progress

by Mike Tanier

I don't normally keep a diary or a journal. But when Aaron finalized plans to visit the Philadelphia area on a kind of whirlwind tour, I thought it would be interesting to write about events as they happened, or at least immediately after, then assemble them into a Too Deep Zone. I did a little revising on Thursday night to correct spelling, clear up the diagrams, and fix the incoherent parts. Otherwise, I wanted to keep things a little spontaneous.

Saturday, November 3, 10:30 p.m.

Aaron arrives at Philadelphia International Airport tomorrow. Our itinerary is stacked. We're in the press box for Eagles-Cowboys on Sunday night. On Tuesday morning, we go to NFL Films for another powwow with Ron Jaworski and Greg Cosell. On Wednesday night, we take part in the Football Fanatics event at the Katz Jewish Community Center in Cherry Hill, New Jersey.

In between, Aaron must calculate DVOA, write Quick Reads and several other articles for various outlets, and manage the site, mostly from a hotel room. I just have to write Rundown. And teach high school on Monday and Wednesday. And spend some time with my wife and two children. And write Too Deep Zone, which is why I am starting now.

I'm a professional sportswriter, but I am also still a fanboy. I rarely do the things other sportswriters do. I'm not in the press box for games very often. I rarely interview athletes or coaches. I don't hobnob. The next four days represent a rare opportunity to learn, to network, to scarf down free catering, and to soak up some of the perks and thrills that come with writing for Football Outsiders, FOXSports.com, Maxim, and so on. For the typical sportswriter, trips to the press box, the locker room, and the NFL Network offices are old-hat. They are just workplaces. For the fanboy, they are hallowed ground, the threshold between the living room and the playing field. For the next four days I will be busy as hell, but I plan to take time to savor the opportunity to do things that many fans dream of doing.

But that is all in the future. Tonight, I am writing this intro while taking notes for Rundown. Rundown notes on a Saturday? Of course. I jotted down some storylines for teams on bye: Bob Babich on the hot seat in Chicago, John Beck warming up in Miami. I reviewed the play-by-play of that wild Bengals-Ravens game from early in the year, because that game will figure prominently in the rematch this week. I put the games in order: Cowboys first, Dolphins last. An hour tonight saves me an hour on Tuesday night, when the deadline is looming. I also front-loaded my weekend with family activities, including a Saturday hayride, so I could disappear for a few days without hearing "Cats in the Cradle" in continuous loop inside my head.

My wife and I are walking the Ben Franklin Bridge tomorrow as part of some charity event before I pick up Aaron. I better get some sleep. And learn to schedule better.

Sunday, November 4, afternoon

Walked the bridge, showered, met Aaron at the airport, then headed to Center City for coffee and brownies a stone's throw from Independence Hall. At 1:15 p.m., we arrived in South Philly and found two seats at the bar in Chickie and Pete's, a landmark pub near the Linc.

C&P's is huge, and it's a relatively old sports bar that hasn't updated all of its televisions. There's a two-story liquor cabinet behind the main bar, with bottles rising to the ceiling that are only accessible by extension ladders. Order a Malibu and Coke and you can watch the bartender recreate a scene from Vertigo.

The giant cabinet limits the quality and quantity of available televisions. Packers-Chiefs played on a jumbo projection set with a washed-out picture. Falcons-Niners was on a good-looking plasma set to our left. Vikings-Chargers and Jets-Redskins played on old tube sets that would look right at home in my family room. And Bengals-Bills played on a postage stamp. Seriously, one of the cubbyholes in the liquor cabinet contained a set so small that it looks like someone stuck an iPod on the wall. Figure 1 shows what a typical Bengals-Bills play looked like.

Figure 1: Tiny Bengals

Hours passed as we enjoyed wings, soda, and beer, and took copious notes, including the notes that became this blog entry. Aaron and I didn't risk our laptops in the crowded pub, but the High Roller to my right did. A hardcore gambler, he kept play-by-play tabs on some games with his Wi-Fi connection while monitoring others on a high-end cell phone. Aaron and I talked plays and players (and stats), he talked parlays and overs and teases. I took a liking to High Roller, in part because he was winning and it made him bubbly. On a different day, he might have been a different man.

Four p.m. arrived, and all of the televisions, even Stamp-o-Vision, were tuned in to Colts-Pats, except for one lonely tube set consigned to Texans-Raiders. Sure enough, High Roller had action, real action, on Texans-Raiders as well as Colts-Pats. All of us were glued to the big game, but High Roller kept me alert to Texans-Raiders developments. When a stray Cowboys fan jawed at Roller, he offered a $3,000 wager. He wasn't blowing smoke. I could see what he was typing into his laptop. Some numbers had four digits and no decimal points.

As a touchdown was scored in the Colts-Pats game on one television, Ron Dayne scored a touchdown on another. Roller and I cheered, me for the kid who would drink milk by the quart in my homeroom, Roller for the Texans plus three. Aaron wrung his hands and furrowed his brow at the Patriots' early stumbles. Everyone around us was wearing a Brian Dawkins jersey except the guy in the light blue Jaworski throwback, but the crowd was equally divided between Colts and Patriots fans. On a cool autumn afternoon in November, a Philly bar swelled and ebbed to the rhythms of an out-of-conference football game a half-continent away.

Late in the game, we were all tense. The Patriots were trailing, and Aaron was sweating. We had to walk over a mile to retrieve our laptops and reach the stadium, so I wanted Colts-Patriots to end so we wouldn't miss Eagles kickoff. High Roller was worried about all of the late games. When Andre Davis caught a bomb for a touchdown in the Texans game, Roller leapt and celebrated. "I think he just won a Porsche," Aaron speculated.

I'm glad High Roller won. I'm glad he didn't place a $3,000 bet on the Eagles. Most of all, I am glad that I didn't peek over his shoulder and see him reading Rundown to make his selections. I work hard on Rundown, but I write it on Monday and Tuesday nights, long before I have an injury or weather report. And of course, while I take my picks seriously, I'm writing a general column with picks, not a pick column with general comments. If I thought some dude were making four-digit bets based on my Tuesday night musings, I wouldn't be right for a week.

Sunday, November 4, 9:15 p.m.

I am in the press box at Lincoln Financial Field. Aaron is to my left. He is downloading stats and starting the DVOA process. I am typing this sentence. Brett Celek just caught a six-yard pass. Third-and-4. Swing to Brian Westbrook. No gain. Penalty. Facemask on the Cowboys, new lease on life.

This is my fourth trip to the press box for an NFL game. The first time was five years ago, when I worked for another site. I was wide-eyed, and I still am. My first trip, I saw Cris Collinsworth in the elevator and I almost peed myself. I'm not quite as green now, but I still feel like a stargazer, though most of the stars are in Indy tonight.

The press box is like a standard office, but instead of facing cubicle walls we all stare out a window at a football field. All around me are the sounds of muttered conversation and the pat-pat of laptop keyboards. Everyone is online, everyone is working. It's clinical, detached, and removed from the fan experience. Directly below, the Philly Phaithful sit despondent; T.O. just caught a pair of long passes before the two minute warning. I've been among that crowd, feeling rage, feeling frustration. Here, I don't feel as much. That's a good thing when the score is 14-7 and the Cowboys are driving, But I've seen Eagles victories from the press box, close games and blowouts, and I can never muster the same passion when I am surrounded by people who are punching a clock.

Interception, Lito Sheppard!

Today has been very long. Aaron and I watched the early games and Colts-Pats, then hoofed it the mile or so through South Philly to grab my laptop and pass through customs at the media entrance. Later, we will probably stop in the locker room for some interviews, then maybe the press conference. Will write about that tomorrow.

Ugh. McNabb threw a pick. I've never heard the Linc or the Vet this quiet. I've never seen a press box this empty. A local writer I recognize is starting to compose leads in the chair in front of me. She's assuming an Eagles loss. It's not yet halftime. I fear she is right.

Monday, November 5, 2007, 7:30 a.m.

I'm very groggy, and I only have about 45 minutes to write this before homeroom. I dropped Aaron off at the hotel at about 12:30 a.m., got home just before 1 a.m. It took me an hour to get to sleep. You saw the Eagles-Cowboys game. It was brutal, and we were there until the end, then went to Andy Reid's press conference, then to the locker room.

Anyone who thinks that football players don't care about losing, that they are paycheck guys who hop into Escalades and chuckle at fans who live and die by the scoreboard, needs to stand in the losing locker room after a 38-17 loss for about five minutes. There's a thick silence in the air, the palpable sense that 50 men are quietly seething. Players huddle around their lockers, muttering and whispering about the game, their frustrations, their futures. Cameras roll, and the experienced players gather themselves and provide predictable, "one-game-at-a-time" bromides. In a winning locker room, players chatter and laugh, slap high-fives and gab with well-wishers in the tunnel. After a loss, they quickly pack duffle bags and disappear into the November chill.

When I returned home, the house was dark, my children tucked in, safe and warm. The house was peaceful. I looked in on my four-year-old, and I pitied Andy Reid, going home to a fractured home, ghosts of doubt and insecurity in every corner. He looked so old and defeated last night. I feared and worried for every father who risks sacrificing family for career, who struggles daily to find the right balance between financial demands, professional ambitions, and the needs of his wife and children, then discovers that the scales never perfectly align. Including myself.

Tuesday, November 6, 4:25 p.m.

Just back from the NFL Network skull session with Ron Jaworski and Greg Cosell.

Today's film festival was truncated. Jaws got in from Pittsburgh late and had to leave early. The NFL Matchup team is a well-oiled machine. They unspooled Seahawks-Niners from Week 4 in the morning and Cowboys-Eagles in the afternoon. Yes, I was subjected to that Cowboys game yet again. Alkaline in the open wounds.

Jaws is enjoying the Monday Night Football gig. He loved seeing the Steelers Hall of Famers and talking to Terry Bradshaw, though he wasn't too thrilled by the game itself ("I was going to ask Terry to do the fourth quarter so I could leave early," he joked). Both Jaws and Cosell are pushing hard to add more film-study type content to the NFL Network slate, though higher-ups are pushing in a different direction.

Figure 2: Barber Sweep

We watched the Seahawks offense. I am eager to hear Jaws' comments about Shaun Alexander on Monday night. His opinions of Alexander's running style weren't very charitable. "Soft" was a four-letter word he used frequently. There were others. Jaws and Cosell were critical of Nate Clements, who appears to be slowed down by the weight of his wallet, and were lukewarm on Patrick Willis, who made some fundamentally-sound tackles but didn't blitz well and made rookie mistakes in coverage. We didn't watch the Niners offense. Halloween was last week.

The Cowboys tape was more interesting. One thing that none of us can see clearly without coach's film is interior line play. A few weeks ago in Audibles, I suggested that Eagles tackle Broderick Bunkley was having a pretty good season based on several plays where he got into the backfield. From behind the quarterback, I saw Bunkley manhandled on play after play. I saw his blockers peel off him to block linebackers. Overall, the Eagles defense just got out-muscled. The Cowboys used a toss sweep right to Marion Barber several times during the game (Figure 2). Anthony Fasano (80) put Jevon Kearse (93) on his butt. Jason Witten (82) hooked and handled Chris Gocong (47). Right tackle Marc Colombo (75) pulled and took out safeties. Fullback Deon Anderson (34) plowed the force defender. It was domination.

Cosell asked Jaws who was better: Tony Romo or Ben Roethlisberger. That prompted a lengthy think-aloud. After some debate, Jaws indicated that Romo is better in the pocket and more likely to go through his progression, but that the two were close. Jaws highlighted a play against the Eagles where Romo made a slight adjustment in the pocket, stepping to his right to avoid the rush and open a passing lane to Terrell Owens (Figure 3). It wasn't a highlight-reel scramble, but it was a veteran move. Jaws also noted the simple effectiveness of Jason Garrett's scheme, which makes the most of the talent available. The completion to Owens came on a simple "levels" play. Witten ran a drag underneath the zone coverage, while Owens ran a similar drag just beyond the defenders. The two routes were staggered. so Witten passed through just before Owens. The underneath defenders reacted to Witten, leaving Owens open. Romo's adjustment in the pocket gave him the lane he needed to reach Owens.

Figure 3: T.O./Witten Levels

I'm more vocal in the film sessions than I was when we first went two years ago. Back then, before I started diagramming plays, I was afraid to speak up, even when I thought my interpretation of a play was correct. Now I ask more questions, knowing that my instincts are good enough that I won't be asking something obvious. One lesson that I re-learn each year is that Jaws and Cosell check with the coaches to verify their interpretations of key plays. Today, Cosell got a call during the session that corrected and clarified their position. If Jaws and Cosell can get plays wrong, imagine the mistakes I could make in Too Deep Zone, with no coach's film or address book full of offensive coordinators. Still, I know from watching Jaws in action that my diagrams are always close to the truth, and I also know what I don't know. I'll never bullspit my way through a play that I don't understand.

Gonna put my oldest to bed, watch Shortcuts, and finish Rundown, which is due in a few hours. Then, I may read Ray Didinger's book a little. Tomorrow evening, I meet the most respected sportswriter in the city, and the preeminent Eagles historian in the world. Oh, and a Hall of Fame wide receiver. I'm already nervous.

Thursday, November 8, 12:15 a.m.

What a day. School from 7:30 a.m. to 3 p.m., a few precious hours with the boys, then off to pick up Aaron. Dinner, then off to the JCC.

Ray Didinger's latest book is called One Last Read: The Collected Works of the World's Slowest Sportswriter. It's a collection of his articles from the Philadelphia Daily News and other outlets over the past 30 years. It's a series of mini-masterpieces, snippets of local sports history delivered as they happened, perfectly-crafted 18-column-inch stories of legends like Vince Papale, Moses Malone, and Bernie Parent. Through Didinger's eyes, we meet Wilbert Montgomery in 1978, Ron Hextall in 1986, Mike Lieberthal in 1990. We also see the downside, because Philly sports is full of downsides: Parent after an eye injury, Dick Vermeil talking about burnout, Steve Carlton struggling to locate his slider in the mid-1980s.

Tommy McDonald is one of the greatest receivers in NFL history, but his exploits were nearly forgotten before Didinger launched a successful campaign to get McDonald a plaque in Canton. He caught 84 touchdown passes in 152 games in the 1950s and 1960s, 46 from 1959 to 1962. He was the star receiver on the Eagles last championship team in 1960. Now 73, he's a popular speaker and personality in the Delaware Valley, a sprightly pepperpot who's loved in the same way Richie Ashburn was for many decades.

Aaron shared the stage with Didinger and McDonald. He admitted that he felt a little out of place. The presenters described him as a "next-generation Internet journalist," which sounds about right, and Aaron played the part, talking about how statistics and technology can be used to shed light not just on the current NFL, but on the game McDonald played. Didinger said some wonderful things about Pro Football Prospectus, then captivated the audience with tales of Eagles glories past and sober assessments of the current team. McDonald, as always, was animated, passionate, and a little goofy, conjuring anecdotes of the 1960 Eagles that were fuzzy on the edges but still packed an emotional punch for the greybeards in the audience.

The trio engaged in a long Q&A after speaking. Aaron covered questions about the Patriots, Adrian Peterson, and the teams to beat this year. McDonald relived his first trip to New York, a wide-eyed Maxwell award winner traveling to the Ed Sullivan Show with his Oklahoma teammates. Didinger, an unflappable pro, bridged the gap between Aaron's information-age analysis and McDonald's colorful saws.

(Ed. note: Interestingly, the clearest difference in the generation gap had nothing to do with statistics; it came when an older fan asked about cleaning up all the taunting and celebrations. Didinger despises the taunting and feels the one-man celebrations promote ego over teamwork. I said that if I was commissioner, the first thing I would do was get rid of the taunting penalties and just let these guys be themselves. -- Aaron)

I sat in the audience with friend and sometime FO writer Jeff Bathurst. There were only three chairs on the stage -- big comfy ones, supplied by a new sponsor. No room for me. It was just as well. With Aaron talking about Football Outsiders and Didinger talking Eagles history, what would I do? McDonald even had the tipsy humor angle covered. I was free to be a fanboy.

Before the program, I got to meet McDonald and Didinger. McDonald always brings two rings to public engagements: his 1960 Championship ring and his Hall of Fame ring. I got to hold both, but I examined the championship ring more closely. There was a small diamond in the middle, four green stones around it. It was old and tarnished, but beautiful. It looked more like a big high school class ring than a modern Super Bowl ring, a reminder that the NFL was very different in McDonald's day. I thought about putting it on -- many of the VIPs in the pre-program meet-n-greet did. But I couldn't. Someday, the Eagles will win a Super Bowl. By then, I'll have enough contacts in the field to ask a player to slip one on on my finger for a moment. I'm not sure which player. Hell, by then it will probably be Kevin Kolb III.

As for Didinger, he is everything I aspire to be as a sportswriter: not just gifted as a storyteller and analyst, but polite, reserved, fair, even-mannered, a paragon of honesty and diplomacy. In One Last Read, Didinger writes that McDonald was his boyhood hero. I had many sports heroes as a child, most notably Pete Rose, but as a young teen I came to admire sportswriters like Didinger, Bill Conlin, Jayson Stark, and others for their ability to bring me games that were blacked out on television or ended after bedtime.

By sponsoring McDonald for the Hall of Fame, Didinger embraced his hero worship, made it part of his professional career. Tonight, I did the same. During the book signing, Didinger and McDonald were swamped, while Aaron had a much smaller line. He joked that he felt as if he were in Boston sitting next to Bob Ryan and Doug Flutie. I told him the analogy was perfect, then left the table to stand in line behind everyone else and wait for Didinger's autograph.

Thursday, November 8, 2007, 11 a.m.

My fanboy odyssey is over. Aaron is on a plane back to Boston. There's no school today, so I have time to clean up the play diagrams, edit all of these ramblings, and reflect a little.

In One Last Read, Didinger quotes Robert Duvall's character in The Paper. "The people we cover, we move in their world. But it's their world." It's a sobering reminder of the chasm between writers and athletes. For the past few days, I moved through the world of the conventional sportswriter and broadcaster. It was their world, not mine. I could stand next to Sheldon Brown's locker while Comcast reporters asked questions, eat the reuben chowder at NFL Films, and swap Eagles war stories with fans waiting to speak to Tommy McDonald. Like the people around me, I write football stories and get paid for them. But I don't quite belong. Six years in this field, and I'm still a kid at the edge of the ocean, testing the water with my toe.

Perhaps it's for the best. Very little about this gig has grown mundane in the past six years. A trip to the game is never just a day at the office. I get to learn from heroes like Jaworski and Didinger without having to deal with their daily hassles: late-night flights after boring games, appearances on lame talk shows, endless public engagements that become much more a chore than a thrill. Somehow, Didinger kept his inner fan alive, and Jaworski has remained true to his vision of how to present football to the masses. But even in my brief toe-dips I've met dozens of jaded cynics, their love of the sport dead, walking through a world which is not theirs and from which they no longer draw any joy. I could easily aspire to be Didinger but instead become one of them. It's not a risk I want to take.

I don't know how long I will be a sportswriter. I want to stay a fanboy forever.

Posted by: Mike Tanier on 09 Nov 2007

49 comments, Last at
16 Nov 2007, 4:08pm by
MattR

Comments

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by AlexDL (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 3:49pm

standing and clapping.

great piece Mike.

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by pawnking (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 3:54pm

A very well written article without being self-indulgent. Nicely done, Mike.

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by Aaron (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 3:57pm

Very nice.

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by GBS too (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 4:00pm

Thanks Mike.

I appreciate the elegaic touches in this piece - especially the discussion about balancing family with career.

I wish that the various posters in the Pats & whomever threads would remember what you are writing about here. The people involved in the game are *people*. When I read about folks commenting on this site wishing injury on players or lines such as, "no wonder everyone hates the Patriots and their fans," It really makes me shake my head.

It's a wonderful, maddening game, and your prose puts that in perspective.

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by Kachunk (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 4:03pm

Very nice column. I like the mini-bengals. Probably better than the real ones at this point.

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by kaetab (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 4:15pm

Nice article.

Do you get the original version of "Cats..", or the Ugly Kid Joe version? I usually bounce back and forth.

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by Phil (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 4:18pm

Incredibly well done.

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by JThrash (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 4:34pm

Great article - thanks.

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by Mike (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 4:37pm

Mike,
Your article was a really enjoyable read, I felt like I was with you and Aaron. Accurate, genuine descriptions of our city, C&P's, Ray Didinger and my father's hero, Tommy McDonald.
" I feared and worried for every father who risks sacrificing family for career, who struggles daily to find the right balance between financial demands, professional ambitions, and the needs of his wife and children, then discovers that the scales never perfectly align. Including myself."

Amen. Regardless of profession, you hit the nail on the head.

Looking forward to your bylines in larger venues the future.

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by Wanker79 (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 4:39pm

Awesome job, Mike.

I'm just wondering when/if we'll be getting some more indepth coverage of the Jaws/Cosell session?

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by Kimble (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 4:43pm

5: Don't count on it -- Tanier left off the end of the play, where mini-Houshmandzadeh got flagged for illegal formation.

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by PHn (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 4:56pm

I'll echo the bravos of others. The narrative is very engaging. It has a nice balance between your excitement as sports reporter, your concern as husband/father, and your melancholy as a 2007 Eagles fan.

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by Waverly (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 5:04pm

Very well written and thoughtful. Someday soon you might be in the same role for others as Didinger et al. have been for you. But enjoy the advantages of not being a full-time professional, while you can.

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by JPS (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 5:06pm

Thanks so much, Mike. I really liked this piece. Too bad about the Eagles game outcome this time around. I remember with fondness your (I think it was yours) description of the Eagles' last-minute pick six against Bledsoe and how the sports bar erupted.

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by Rollo (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 5:38pm

Great piece.

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by NewsToTom (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 5:39pm

Reuben chowder? I've never had it, don't think I've even heard of it, and it doesn't sound appetizing.

Good piece, Mike, thanks.

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by Diane (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 5:43pm

Evocative and insightful read .... thanks Mike!

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by Bobman (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 5:45pm

Flag me for a 15-yard piling-on penalty: I too thought this was really a super piece.

Not sure what else to say other than... "Ruben chowder?" Really? I'm intrigued, but scared.

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by JonL (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 5:47pm

Hold me closer, Tiny Bengals.

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by Karl Cuba (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 6:03pm

Great article, cheers.

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by n0_j0 (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 6:10pm

Only somebody living on the east coast would consider Indianapolis a half of a continent away from Philly....

I am old enough to have seen Tommy McDonald with the Eagles. He really was something special. I remember his as being one of the best at running with the ball after the catch.

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by MCS (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 6:17pm

"Cats in the Cradle" has been my theme song for years.

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by Buddons (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 6:21pm

Nice read. I do have one question though. How would a team of Tiny Bengals fare against a squad of 11 Mini Ditka's??

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by MCS (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 6:26pm

re comment 21. I believe it's called poetic license.

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by Jim (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 6:28pm

I agree w/ Jaws and Cosell: I'd love to see more x's and o's analysis. That's where I am as a fan, and I think there are a lot more of us out there. Time for football 201, America.

Nice piece of writing, by the way.

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by PatsFan (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 6:39pm

Re: #21

More X's and O's analysis would be nice, but at this point I'd settle for an alternate feed where you could SEE THE DAMNED FIELD. Instead of quarterback-quarterback-quarterback-quarterback-cut-to-intended-receiver.

I think an interesting differentiator between types of football fans would be: if money was not an issue, would you rather sit in the first row or in the upper deck?

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by PatsFan (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 6:39pm

Re: #27

That should be "Re: #26", not "Re: #21".

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by The Boilermaster (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 7:24pm

as for football 201....I agree completely.

The problem with ESPN, etc, coverage is that it's so visibly niave`. "LB X will shut down TE Y this game. pick Team Q". There's a lot more to football, and the networks seem to just pander to the idiots who watch football with a blind "go TEAM!" perspective.

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by The Boilermaster (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 7:27pm

Which brings me to a related point...Do you think all these talking heads (Berman, Shannon Sharpe, etc) actually REALIZE that they're living a lie? Pretending to give in-depth analysis that is decidedly NOT in-depth?

29,
It's geared more for the casual fans, so I understand, but what I'm frustrated at is NFL Network slowly taking the same type of approach.
A Football Specialty Channel should have more than a basic "X > Y, Y > Z, X > Z" analysis!

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by gonk (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 8:23pm

One more standing ovation.

And, Buddons (#24), you caused me to laugh out loud, sitting by myself, on a NYC bus.

Awesome! (both the article and the comment)

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by Sergio (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 8:27pm

What can I say. Excellent piece, Mike. Really moving.

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by DFJinPgh (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 8:45pm

Great work Mike. I found the paragraph about balancing work and life especially poignant.

#30, I remember vaguely reading somewhere (probably this site) that Jaws was asked to tone down his analysis quite a bit. Other athletes (again, hazy memory and no link) have balked at the dumbing-down they're asked to do and just avoided the job altogether.

About Berman, I'm not sure he ever knew anything about the game; he's an entertainer so there's less issue there.

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by cat rodriguez (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 9:38pm

Good read. Would love to hear more about the summit with Jaws and Cosell.

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by doktarr (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 9:42pm

RE: 29 et al,

You have to look no further than the comment threads at Fox or ESPN to realize that there are plenty of fans who only need the "go team" analysis. Just like the majority of fans are more inclined to watch the bombastic pregame shows than NFL matchup. And most fans would prefer the standard shot (and lots of close-ups of the stars on the sidelines) to the coach's camera. This is the world we live in, and these are the fans we're given.

My only hope is that at some point they start to provide more products to the (granted, much smaller) segment of the fans that want the coach's cam and in-depth analysis. There is a market there, it is just smaller. I could imagine a future where you could watch multiple feeds of the same game from different angles. Eventually the bandwidth will get there.

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by muddy waters (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 9:48pm

Another excellent piece.

I just got the NFL network a few months ago and it's surprisingly lacking in content. Too many ESPN-like top 10 countdown shows, and too much same-as-the-others "analysis" in the post-game show. NFL Replay is nice, but NFL Playbook is awful. That Dukes guy is too annoying to listen to, and the college show would be much better if they focused on specific prospects - I understand they might not be able to talk about underclassmen, but they could talk about seniors, no?

I'll be glad to get the extra games, though, and the Senior Bowl and the draft coverage.

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by Frick (not verified) :: Fri, 11/09/2007 - 11:41pm

Extremely well written. While it didn't have the normal analysis, it did show how hard the writers are on this site are working. I want to thank all of you for the hard work.

With that being said, is there a place we could petition the NFL to add more analysis, or maybe an NFL replay game with coaches tape type show? I would love that more than Dukes, who makes me cringe and think of ESPN.

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by Jerry (not verified) :: Sat, 11/10/2007 - 1:52am

Re #27:

I think an interesting differentiator between types of football fans would be: if money was not an issue, would you rather sit in the first row or in the upper deck?

It's a different game down low than it is up high; you get a better feel for the hitting close to the field. Of course, camera cranes don't block your view from the upper deck.

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by Bob in Jax (not verified) :: Sat, 11/10/2007 - 3:27am

I've said it before, I'll say it again -- Tanier, you rock! I'm sure this article might have seemed a little disjointed to you as you composed it, but rest assured that the final version was not. Rather, it was revealing of a writer's inner self, which is always a tricky thing to do.

Isn't aging wonderful? Many persons see only the gradual "deterioration" of the youthful body, and miss the growth in wisdom and character that comes with continued learning and experience. You haven't missed it. Your writing was good several years ago when I first read your stuff. Now, you have taken the step to the next level. Insight is growing into thoughtfulness. Real humility begins to shine forth. Excellent article, Mike. Be a fanboy forever. Aging doesn't mean getting old.

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by EaglesFanDown (not verified) :: Sat, 11/10/2007 - 11:32am

Mike,
Great piece, lousy team. Don't forget the best of the Philly writers, Bill Lyon.

Personal question I've been curious about this past year - I'd imagine Aaron has finally become full-time football writer/analyst? How much longer can you keep this pace? Are you looking forward to moving full-time or are you trying to hang onto teaching as long as possible.

Football question - Any chance you could put together a super detailed article on the breakdown of the Eagles-Girls game? If NFL Network had a weekly program of the Eagles, or all local teams, it wouls simply be the best program ever.

Thanks for the great article..

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by Eli (not verified) :: Sun, 11/11/2007 - 8:13am

Outstanding piece. First time I've been moved to post a response in a long time.

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by PatsFan (not verified) :: Sun, 11/11/2007 - 11:28am

re: #39

True, but one the line of scrimmage is more than about 15 yards away from where you're sitting, you pretty much have to watch the game on TV (stadium jumbotrons) because visibility is shot and perspective makes it impossible how far downfield the ballcarrier is.

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by Jerry (not verified) :: Mon, 11/12/2007 - 4:14am

Re #43:

Yes, gauging location at the other end of the field is hard from low seats, but there's still stuff you see down there that you don't see from above. There are tradeoffs in either case, and I've had season tickets at both levels. I find that I watch replays regardless of where I'm sitting.

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by James, London (not verified) :: Mon, 11/12/2007 - 12:06pm

I'll join the bandwagon. This was tremendous. Hold on to your inner fanboy.

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by Brooklyn Bengal (not verified) :: Mon, 11/12/2007 - 1:08pm

Malibu and coke?

Get with the dark rum...like Myers. And with the lime, it's called a "Cuba Libre." Ask for it by its proper name and watch 95% of bartenders go "Huh? We're all out of that."